Legally Bound ~ Grumpy x Sunshine

Chapter 2

Valerie: 

God, I hate that man. I stared at my phone after I hung up, looking at his number until I had it memorized. I decided to take a walk to blow off steam. But just as I was pulling on my winter boots, someone knocked on my door. I groaned and opened it to find my sister, Zuri, covered in snow. 
"When did it start snowing?" I asked, rushing her inside. 
"Just a few minutes ago, I got caught in it getting out of my car." She said, taking her wet shoes off at the door. "Just thought I'd check up on little Val. Did you take those anger classes yet?" We walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I huffed a bit at her question. She had signed me up for anger management classes after I punched a hole in the wall at work. After a $500 fine and telling my sister about it, I ended up working on my anger issues once a week every Wednesday. I hated it, but it has helped me somewhat. 
"Yeah, I have," I said, "Still angry half the time though. I hate people, but you're an exception." Zuri laughed a little. "What's got your hair in a mess this time? More Karens at work? A rude cashier at the grocery store?" I shook my head. "No, there's this guy," She grinned, and I shot her a look. She's been trying to get me a boyfriend for so long.
"It's not like that!" I sighed. "He came in late at the clinic last night for his cat. She just had a hairball. He knows nothing about cats!" I said, staring at her smiling face. 
"What does he do for a living?" She asked out of the blue. 
"He's a lawyer. You know that millionaire who died recently? Waylon Mason? Yeah, he's his son. Oh, and you know the worst part?! He gave me the nickname 'Cocoa', said it's 'cause of my hair." I crossed my arms and shook my head, looking away from her. But she was laughing, her short blonde hair bouncing as she laughed. 
I hated how she dyed her hair. We used to have the same hair color, but she dyed it after dad died. She said she didn't want any reminders of him. I kinda feel bad since I've been told I look exactly like him, she did too before she dyed her hair. It must be hard for her to look at her little sister and see her dead dad. 
"Girl, he likes you, and he's rich. I'd say go for it." She grinned, like she was planning something.
Probably a wedding, knowing her. She always liked to play matchmaker, even in grade school she's come home telling our parents who liked who and who were couples, and she was in the 8th grade. It surprises me how she's still single though, I guess she's fine with it, but I wanna see her happy. 
"No, he doesn't like me, he's just a pain in the ass!" I snapped. Her smile faltered, and she took my hand. I calmed myself pretty quickly, and I felt guilty for making her feel bad.
"Okay, I understand, don't get so worked up over it." She said in a calm, gentle voice. She knew just how to comfort me, even if she was the one who got me worked up. She wrapped me up in a hug. 
"Thanks, Z..." I sighed.
We talked for a few more hours and ordered take-out. Then we said our goodbyes, she went home and I went to bed. 

"Oh no..." Said one of my co-workers, but I already knew what was wrong. We stopped operating and stitched the dog up. We were working on a dog who had a tumor in it's stomach, but I guess it was too late. They all roughly agreed that I should tell the owner, a sweet little old lady who seemed like she had this dog for years. I took off my gloves and washed my hands. I walked into the lobby where she was.
"Mrs. Smith? I'm so very sorry, but your dog, Charlie, has sadly passed away." I was expecting tears, multiple "nos," but I wasn't expecting her to lash out at me in rage. 
"This is your fault! You were operating, if it wasn't for you, my Charles would still be be here!" She yelled, people in the waiting room stared. Tears were streaming down her face. 
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, it was just too lat-" She cut me off, yelling again. 
"I'll sue you! I'll sue you for every dollar you have!" I was speechless. This has never, ever happened. Owners usually can figure out if they were too late finding the problem. 
"Ma'am, m-maybe we can work this out?!" I said, almost matching her tone, yet I tried to control myself this time. She held her hand up to my face. 
"No working anything out! I'll see you again in court, Dr. Grayson." She picked up her purse and went over to another vet to talk about getting her dog cremated. After that she quickly left, well, as quickly as an 80 year old woman can. 
I was just standing there, dumbfounded. How was I supposed to get out of this?! I don't even have a lawyer! Wait.... Maybe I can get one, but I'm not looking forward to it.